I want to choose

I want to choose 

but I feel like I'm going to lose.

Who am I 

even when I try 


I still don't know why.

I feel like we're losing this fight

but in the end we are all alike.

What is the puropse of this?

It kinda feels like hit and miss.

But we are just one big miss

and I hate that we weren't on the list.

Maybe it will change

but until then I'm going to be on the stage.

We need to fight for freedom

and the things we believe in.

I leave it to GOD because it's his job.

So I say Thank You AMERICA!

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 


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